I don’t know if you can tell from this picture, but my tights are labeled with the bones and cuts of meat found on the human leg. I made them with the help of a Sharpie marker and a tolerant friend, who unfortunately got the terms written on her skin through the tights as well.

So, I kinda haven’t posted in, oh, 3 days. That is because I have been simply rolling out of bed and blindly putting clothes on. I have also been busy. Busy doing what, you might ask? Well, preparing for a recital! A studio recital, where all the clarinetist at my school (well, half, the rest go tomorrow) play a lovely piece of music. And I am very pleased with how I did. The only bad comment my professor had was that I did not bow warmly enough. I guess that means I did well.

Here is what I wore:

Apple Dress: H&M, but purchases at the awesome boy scout yard sale held every year at the Dulles Expo Center

It took me forever to get dressed today. I kept telling myself I wanted to wear a dress, but I wasn’t buying it. Finally, it hit me: it was just a mechanic’s jumpsuit kind of day.

I went to the gym last night and am now convinced that I have biceps. Do you buy it? Also, I can’t decide if it’s weird or not to wear the top half of the jumpsuit, or if it’s okay to put it on and take it off throughout the day depending on temperature. Does that make me a freak who strips in front of people? And what kind of jacket goes with this? None, that’s what kind. Nevertheless, I love my coveralls. They make me feel like welding a plane.